It was around this time THREE years ago I met my mister wonderful. On a girls' night date night, that he wasn't supposed to come to. We were supposed to go on a blinddate (set up by my sister Alissa) , but he never called. I called my friend and her sister in law ( who is also my friend, because the first time I met her she made a rude guesture towards me, and I knew from that moment we were destined to be friends.) and asked them to go to dinner one night. Well they asked their cousin to come along, who in turn asked her brother to tag along. That evening as I sat at our sorority house deciding if I should get ready or just go as I was, it was just my friends, what did they care what I looked like?I finally decided I should get ready just so I could use the new makeup brush I just purchased. When my friends came to pick me up they screamed out the window Kadie screamed "Don't be mad it wasn't my idea." confused, they explained Abby, Drew's sister had invited Drew along. Thank goodness I got ready. At least I would look presentable to the boy who never called for our date. I'd show him! When we got to the restaurant Drew was there with his white gangster hat on. (I semi miss that hat) First words I ever spoke to him were "Oh thanks for calling, that makes meeting you here a lot less awkward." ha what a snot! He said "I did call you, I got your voicemail that said "Hi this is Ashley, leave me a message." and I said "well that's awkward, my names Lindsay." and he turned bright redd and stumbled some other excuse, and we all laughed. The fact that Drew was not put off by my humor, and knew I was teasing him, made me know that I liked him. We made plans to actually go on a date. As luck would have it we had to cancel our date because we had his aunt Debbie's surprise party to go to. Where we would hang out again for the second time, before actually going on our blinddate. And the next night a week later after our first meeting, we had our first date. I could tell you everything we were wearing down to my perfume. It was perfect! And the rest follows as history!
Now married and two giant dogs later we are deliriously happy!
From the guy I met who wore baggy jeans, ginormous shirts and gangster hats. To my Drew, who wears skinny jeans!
And his giggle..... How I LOVE his giggle!
The only other person I know who has also always wanted a Great Dane! Believe me there aren't a lot of us out there!
Drew is such a tenderheart, has cried in far more movies then I have, and is truly concerned for others.
And his giant man hands! Who wouldn't love those?! Love you Drew.
The days are now longer then the nights... And my soul couldn't be happier. Sunday afternoon we took our pasty winter selves outside for some much needed Vitamin D.
Drew worked on some ideas for the house.
Cleo stood guard.
And I watched our dogs play "bitey face", one of their favorites. Yes Cleo is standing underneath Caesar.
And the poor guy kind of got pushed to the back burner. However, my amazing grandma showed up to her husbands viewing with Drew's birthday card and present. She's amazing!
Thanks to my mom as well for having a family party, while EVERYONE was in town. Fabulous!
Yes their are 5 candles on the cake... And yes it took him 3 breathes to blow them all out. Embarrassing. He does look good in his new birthday shirt!
The Kia Sephia, I'm sad to say is gone. She was a loyal, semi trusted friend. She cruised me home on many nights from Provo when I was more then anxious to get out of there. She took us on many adventures, and never complained when we would pile in her with wet swimming suits. Virginia, Caitlin and I drove around Greek Row in her until she turned over to 100,000 on her second engine. I can't write her nickname on here, it just wouldn't be appropriate... But to all who knew her, they know she earned her name. She got me to St. George in 3 hours, and when you put her in reverse it sounded like the engine fell out. But we didn't care. Not my Kia Sephia and me! She got sassy in her old age, and would honk for 5 minutes after you turned her on. Sometimes... When nights or mornings were quiet. She would start honking with no key in the ignition at all, just to let us all know she was there. She was my glorified golf cart, my first car. Good bye Kia Sephia.
